Thursday, June 26, 2008

So my auntie dog, Pearl, was diagnosed with bone cancer yesterday, and that makes me really sad. My grandma and grandpa are trying to decide whether to amputate her leg at the hip or just manage her pain, but everyone says the tumor is more painful than the amputation. Does anyone have any experience with osteosarcoma and any advice?Please send healing vibes Pearl's way.This is Pearl.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

So, tomorrow is the two-year anniversary of Meg's death which is totally sad, but it also means that six days later is the two-year anniversary of my adoption because my mom and dad were so upset about Meg, they got me to help them get through it - real healthy, right? And I've been thinking about this anniversary a lot because you guys know that my life was real sh*tty before I came here because I worked at a breeding facility which pretty much means puppy mill. And now my life is good and I get to eat a lot and sleep on the couch and in the big bed and hang out with my parents at my Grandma's and Uncle Ansel's and Aunt Kathryn's which is my favorite place.

And this is a picture of my mom and Meg.

Anyway, I've been noticing a lot of gray hairs now that I'm seven years old, and I don't feel old so I'm like that really sucks to look old!

This pic is from like a year ago or something - you see a few grays, right?

And this pic is from like two weeks ago and the grays are taking over my whole face! Oh, Martha - do I look distinguished or just plain old?

And please don't send any presents if you are thinking about it because I still haven't gotten through all the treats from last year even though I really appreciate presents but the economy really sucks and I think you dogs should be spending your money on more important stuff than my adoption anniversary. If you really want to do something, please send Barack Obama a couple of dollars because my my dad doesn't want to stay at a job that he hates because the health insurance is good.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

So every year there is this festival a couple of blocks from my house on Grand Avenue and it's called Grand Old Day and it's just during the day and there are bands and food and lots of really drunk people cooking in the sun. I went for an hour with my mom and dad and Uncle Ansel and Auntie Kathryn and I got to smell some of the best smells in the whole world. They gave me a deep fried cheese curd - which is pretty much my favorite - and I got to lick an ice chunk and I tried to eat lots of stuff off the ground which made my mom and dad pull me a lot - and I tried to eat some vomit, but my mom said NOOOOO! A bunch of people came up to me and said I am super cute and that they have never seen a brown Boston terrier before which is pretty awesome.Unfortunately, my stupid rents didn't bring the camera, so the only pics we have are cell phone pics that my uncle took and he hasn't emailed them yet so I will call him and add them later.